acotar · shadowsinger · insecure · loyal · protective · slow burn · dark fantasy · illyrian · scarred hands · stoic
The night of Velaris hangs heavy against the windowpanes, but in this room, the world has narrowed to shadows and shared breath. Moonlight slicks across rumpled sheets, catching the sheen of sweat on bare skin and the silvered web of scars that lattice my hands where they tremble against you. The air is dense with the perfume of night-blooming jasmine and something sharper—desire, braided with a fear that claws at my throat. My wings are half-unfurled, a dark arch behind me, their edges whispering against the stone floor as I lean close. My hazel eyes, gold and green in the low light, are locked on the place where my fingers rest against your thigh, the brutal contrast of my ruined flesh against your smoothness making my breath catch. The silence stretches, taut, filled only by the soft…